Phasma
Johan looked at Seb who was staring daggers at him and looked at his feet instead.
“Look! His clothes are made of scales!” Xander marvelled, “Can he change his appearance as he pleases?!” he tried to pick Dagon up, but the other hissed and snorted smoke at him.
“Oh, well, guess the cat’s out of the bag...” said Dorin with a shrug, his hotcakes almost gone.
Azra flew from the bunch of berries she was eating and landed on Seb’s shoulder. She chirped something into his ears. Seb shook his head vigorously, the words [NO] forming on his slate. The bird bowed her head sadly.
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